WWW.AZCHORDS.COM | Yazoo - Ode To Boy Ukulele | Ver. 1
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When he moves I watch him from behind
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he turns and laughter flickers in his eyes
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intent and direct when he speaks, I watch his lips
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When he drives I love to watch his hands
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white and smooth almost feminine,
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almost american, I have to watch him.
Chorus
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in his face age descends on youth, exaggeration on the truth
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he caught me looking then but soon his eyes forgot
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and everything he seems to do reflects just another shade of blue
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I saw him searching into you and ached a while
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I watch his lips caress the glass,
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his fingers stroke its stem and pass
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to lift a cigarette at last, he dries his eyes
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I watch as he weeps unaware
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that I'm in awe of his despair, but I am there
(chorus repeat)